To touch. To kiss. To hold. To feel. To see. To fall in love. To shine and burn. To wait. To meet. Don't suffer. Don't disturb. To be here and be gone. To be near and far. To pray. To give. To laugh and believe. To understand. Not to judge. To be silent. To speak. To be alone. To be among people. To yourself and everyone, it is not at all complicated as long as you simply love.
# Just Love Love is not the moon that rises over the sleeping houses at night, not the star that burns alone in the vast dark— love is the ordinary bread broken at the table, the worn hand reaching across to touch another worn hand, the word *yes* spoken when everything else says *no*. Love is not the poem written in blood and fire, not the song that makes the angels weep— love is the silence that asks nothing, the way you turn when I call your name, the coffee growing cold because we forgot to drink it, talking instead about nothing, everything. Love is not the grand gesture, the rose at midnight, the promise etched in stone— love is showing up, again and again, like morning, like breath, like the persistent rain that fills the empty wells. Love is not beautiful. Love is true.
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